Against my sandy shallows.


X.

I murmur, under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses,
I linger by my shingly bars,
I loiter round my cresses.


XI.

And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river;
For men may come, and men may go,
But I go on forever.

* * * * *



ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON.


A LAUGHING CHORUS.

[Used by permission, from "Nature in Verse," copyrighted, 1895, by Silver,
Burdett & Company.]